For some time I’ve changed. I started to give importance to things and stopped suffering from absurdity, if I used to think long before I left the relationships and it was like an unbalanced porter trying to control the flow and goodbyes, today I helped pack up and close the door without regret Yes, you can go.
My heart remains a fool for subtleties, has a pen name for beautiful exaggerations, beats with the strongest frequency, and sometimes goes wild and crazy in the face of extravagant beauty. The thing is, there’s no point in putting intensity into things that don’t vibrate. Pour love into empty, unproductive hearts. Dedicate yourself to those who do not know what it is to have someone who cares about the quality of your day and who looks forward to the warmth of your embrace, someone who takes care of himself and gives himself in every detail just to see the dance of happiness is reflected in his face.
- Every change requires a long look at things.
- And I still find myself thinking of useless trinkets that I have not let go and have kept over the years; I used friendships.
- Which only lasted as long as I could give them my best version.
- Pseudo-loves that have poured a burden of insecurity into my life and have made me doubt that the prerequisite for having an authentic love is to cultivate one’s own.
Life became a vast walk, where I saw everything unfold and collapse precipitously, without enthusiasm, without truth, without commitment to reciprocity, the people who arrived interpreted their scenes with calculated coldness and disappeared.
Today I take care of my affections with persistent joy, without leaving my desires for later, without storing my feelings, because an intense heart is an organ that lives exposed, but I understood that it is necessary to tame the impulses and make a selection of what is left, of those left in these sacred lands, in this heart that does not need to suffer unnecessary falls to discover how important it is. Today I can say goodbye without thinking that this is the end of the world, without imagining that living without anyone will compromise my whole life. Today, I understand that those who don’t stay are because they don’t want to. I learned that the first clause of a true feeling is called “freedom. “
For some time now, I’ve changed. It was the best thing I ever did.